Mrs. Morrison's eyes blazed with anger. They were outside, surrounded by the Morrison Family's driver and bodyguard, and she could only suppress her voice, hissing in English, "Nolan Morrison, do you know what you're doing?"
Nolan Morrison's face still wore a smile, "Of course I know, I don't need you to remind me."
Mrs. Morrison took a deep breath, holding back her anger, "Immediately... send her back, I think you know what you'll have to face when you return. Bringing her here will only make things messier."
Matilda Jenkins wanted to speak, but Nolan Morrison pressed her shoulder and said impatiently, "You don't need to remind me again and again. I also don't want to go back and forth with you on this issue. Today, I can tell you clearly, since I brought my wife back, I've already made all the decisions. If you insist on making her leave, fine, I'll go back with her. I already bought the return airplane tickets."
